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Artist/Band:
Bruce Springsteen
Lyrics for Song: Atlantic City
Lyrics for Album: Greatest Hits
Well they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night
Now they blew up his house too
Down on the boardwalk theyÂ’re getting ready for a fight
Gonna see what them racket boys can do
Now thereÂ’s trouble businÂ’ in from outta state
And the D.A. canÂ’t get no relief
Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade
And the gambling commissionÂ’s hanginÂ’ on by the skin of its teeth
Everything dies baby thatÂ’s a fact
But maybe everything that dies someday comes back
Put your makeup on fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Well I got a job and tried to put my money away
But I got DEBTS THAT NO HONEST MAN CAN pay
So I drew what I had from the Central Trust
And I bought us two tickets on that Coast City bus
Everything dies baby thatÂ’s a fact
But maybe everything that dies someday comes back
Put your makeup on fix your hair up pretty
and meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Now our luck may have died and our love may be cold
but with you forever IÂ’ll stay
WeÂ’re going out where the sandÂ’s turning to gold
so put on your stockings ‘cause the night’s getting cold
and everything dies Baby that's a fact,
But maybe everything that dies someday comes back
Now I been looking for a job but itÂ’s hard to find
Down here itÂ’s just winners and losers
and donÂ’t get caught on the wrong side of that line
Well IÂ’m tired of coming out on the losinÂ’ end
So honey last night I met this guy
and IÂ’m gonna do a little favour for him
Well I guess everything dies baby thatÂ’s a fact
But maybe everything that dies someday comes back
Put your hair up nice fix yourself up pretty
and meet me tonight in Atlantic City
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